• Fuck

    by  • March 1, 2012 • Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    The one I’m in love with tells me “I love someone else. SHE has big boobs. I have a girlfriend. I hate you.”. Isn’t it ironic how he’s the reason I want to stay live? It doesn’t make any since, because I know I’m not good enough, but I know if I could be I would be the best. But you don’t get to chose how you look. You also can’t make people see past that. I don’t want him to lower his standards for me. I just want to live up to them. I am fucked! I’m living a damned life, and I’m also not asking anyone to care. I’m saying I hate it and screw this world it is not where I belong, forget this face this worthless body it is not me.

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